Peel back
I stood here waiting on the other side of hello. Just hoping that one day someone would stop to glance up my way. Carefully I placed this tiny glimmer of glass inside a bottle. All that was meant to be understood, shined brightly for the world to clutch.
Yet I did not just want anyone to offer my hand. I had longed for this one type of person to lean into my core and peel me away as though warm layers of a flaky buttery biscuit. Perhaps I dreamt too deep or dared to paint a picture that really didn't exist, anywhere.
And though many may dash and gnash at my smile, the most opportunistic flare does come to see the brilliant lightening bugs within my spirit. Though it is described quite oddly, I am certain someone who wants to learn of me will be delighted in the pairing.
Perhaps the notion that I do dream and I am a vivid personality some are just in awe. It is not a common striking that completes the senses. It is the spark that mysterious deserves an opportunity to be unfolded from the tight grips of darkness.
With that idea, I think the display of who I am via words and illustrations, becomes this intriguing curosity that beckons someone to tick the metal knocker. Perhaps that distance I have with so many, that coldness or abrupt slice isn't a negative blocker but a kind, warm protector.
And trying to describe only slivers of myself is a rather daunting experience in itself. Only for the factor of not quite understanding myself, majority. Rather concluding this odd form of literature I would only dare to invite you to wonder or to even have a bit of curosity. Just enough to ask the right questions that flood the screen or air of picture after picture of beauty I have kept hidden.
In this tidbit of me and my hopes I would only want to include just the right amount of gathered, informative details of me. Yet I only hope that somewhere, someone wants to ask something more than how my day is or confirm how is the weather within my area. Such mundane, trivial lines of boredom clearly makes me aloof fromt those who seek frivilous answers.
Me, I look for the twenty questions or the depth of the evening with a one on one situation. This is my station, my passion.
And to just think, one could only scratch the surface of my wisdom. Truly I am intriguing, just ask me.
Indeed this woman awaiting the smile of those interested, finds joy in the details of a refined query of who I am. I look forward to a moment when buter truly melts within.
Perhaps oddity does strike well within me. Yet I am comfortable enough to not to be fearful of such things.
Say hello and dig deeper is all I request of those who want to dent and peel back the beauty within me.
Yet I did not just want anyone to offer my hand. I had longed for this one type of person to lean into my core and peel me away as though warm layers of a flaky buttery biscuit. Perhaps I dreamt too deep or dared to paint a picture that really didn't exist, anywhere.
And though many may dash and gnash at my smile, the most opportunistic flare does come to see the brilliant lightening bugs within my spirit. Though it is described quite oddly, I am certain someone who wants to learn of me will be delighted in the pairing.
Perhaps the notion that I do dream and I am a vivid personality some are just in awe. It is not a common striking that completes the senses. It is the spark that mysterious deserves an opportunity to be unfolded from the tight grips of darkness.
With that idea, I think the display of who I am via words and illustrations, becomes this intriguing curosity that beckons someone to tick the metal knocker. Perhaps that distance I have with so many, that coldness or abrupt slice isn't a negative blocker but a kind, warm protector.
And trying to describe only slivers of myself is a rather daunting experience in itself. Only for the factor of not quite understanding myself, majority. Rather concluding this odd form of literature I would only dare to invite you to wonder or to even have a bit of curosity. Just enough to ask the right questions that flood the screen or air of picture after picture of beauty I have kept hidden.
In this tidbit of me and my hopes I would only want to include just the right amount of gathered, informative details of me. Yet I only hope that somewhere, someone wants to ask something more than how my day is or confirm how is the weather within my area. Such mundane, trivial lines of boredom clearly makes me aloof fromt those who seek frivilous answers.
Me, I look for the twenty questions or the depth of the evening with a one on one situation. This is my station, my passion.
And to just think, one could only scratch the surface of my wisdom. Truly I am intriguing, just ask me.
Indeed this woman awaiting the smile of those interested, finds joy in the details of a refined query of who I am. I look forward to a moment when buter truly melts within.
Perhaps oddity does strike well within me. Yet I am comfortable enough to not to be fearful of such things.
Say hello and dig deeper is all I request of those who want to dent and peel back the beauty within me.
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